Chapter III
I awoke with a start and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. I had one of
those little panic attacks like 'Oh no, I've slept in!' There was no need to
worry, as is all to common I had awoken five minutes before the alarm was to
ring. I turned it off and lay there for a minute remembering the night before
and where I was. I looked over at the other bed nervously and was somewhat
calmed by a motionless form facing the other way over there.
I decided to try and get out of my situation as quickly as possible, hopefully
before he was awake too. I slipped out of the bed and entered the bathroom
closing the door as quietly as possible. I turned on the light and got a
fright. I looked awful! I could only imagine what the pillow looked like. It
had done a serious number on me. All the makeup was smudged, and rubbed
together into a mess of color and streaks. My face looked like a sidewalk chalk
painting after a light rain. It was disgusting. I couldn't go out like this.
Then I looked down at my leather lacy body harness and realized a shower was not
possible. Well, I could have cut the laces and been freed that way, but that
would be a shame. I still hadn't seen the key to my cuffs that held the whole
thing on, so the shower was out. I ran a full sink of warm water and set to the
task at hand. I forgot about the nails and just abut took out an eye before I
figured out how to work with them. I decided again I had been to easy on Trish
the day before.
After several sinks of water and more than a few paper towels in the garbage I
was starting to look decent. Well, as decent as a man in very high heels, hose,
an over stuffed bra, and a leather lace bondage body wrap can look. I was just
snickering at my own reflection when the phone rang. Luckily, there was an
extension in the bathroom and I picked it up half way through the first ring.
"Good morning sir, this is the bell desk calling. Your limo is here. The
driver would like a word."
"Yes, put him on." I replied.
A moment later I heard a familiar voice. "Well, good morning there, pulled an
all nighter I see. Everything was okay I hope. So, when will you be ready to
roll?"
"It wasn't an all nighter, although my feet fell like it's been longer! Look,
give me twenty minutes and meet me at the service entrance like before. I can't
be seen in public like this. I'm not kidding now." I tried to be as serious
with my voice as possible to let him know I wasn't in the mood for any more
games.
"Oh don't worry about it." His voice was calm and reassuring. "I'm sure you've
had enough by now. I'll be waiting around back like yesterday." I hung up with
a sigh of relief. Now all I had to do was sneak out of the room and I'd be
home free.
I opened the door quietly and stepped out into the main room. It was then I had
brainstorm and thought to grab one of the large robes from the closet and use it
to coverup for the walk to the service elevator. I silently picked up a few
items from the floor and was just considering pulling on what was left of my
jeans when a sleepy voice called from the bed. "So, Al am I going to see you
again next year?"
'Al? Oh shit, he knew! Now what?' my mind was racing. This had gotten very
bad very quickly.
"Oh don't worry about it. Like I'm going to tell anyone. Look at the trouble I
went to shut John up yesterday. Anything I say automatically implicates me, so
relax!" His tone was relaxed and he never turned to look my way, deciding
instead I guessed that discretion was better.
"How long have you known?" I asked as I continued slipping on the denim scrap
and picking up my things.
"Yesterday, on the way back from the airport. You got too relaxed. You let
your voice slip. You were good though. You had me fooled until then." He was
chuckling a bit as he said that.
"And you went through with it anyway? What about the money?" The ruse was up.
I couldn't take his money now.
"Go through with it. Are you kidding? That just excited me more. I knew then
I could get away with a lot more. That's why you got fucked last night. And a
damn good fuck it was too, although the way you cam I wonder who was enjoying
the whole thing more. As for the money, keep it. I know you owe the driver
some. Just put the rest to good use."
"Oh, I couldn't do that, it's just not right." I replied honestly.
"Look, tell you what. Use it to buy a nice cocktail dress or something. Get a
nice semi-decent outfit. I'd like to take you out to dinner next year. One
thing though, higher heels next time. I want 6" stilettos and it's my money so
do it. And don't thank me, dinner will be nice but you'll be hating what I have
in mind for dessert. Now get out of here before I decide that once was not
enough."
I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed the bag with my stuff, slipped on a
robe from the closet and let myself out the door.
The trip to the elevator and down to the ground floor was uneventful. The
driver was true to his word and was waiting for me just outside the door at the
loading bay. I got in and he asked for the robe. I started to say something
and a pointed finger told me to shut up and do it. I did. I sat near nude on
the back seat as he drove around front.
My questions were answered when he pulled up to the front doors and handed the
rode to a bell hops and indicated it belonged in room 918. Well, at least he
was saved an extra charge, fair enough I decided. As we pulled away the driver
pulled open the privacy window and spoke. "Unless you want every window back
there opened to all to see in you'd better start telling me everything about
last night. I've just got to know what happened after your little charade in
the car."
I told him everything. I even included the conversation we had after he called
that morning. During my monologue I counted out and slipped him two hundred
dollars through the window.
"So, you going to do it?" He asked when I had finished.
"Well, he did promise a good dinner. And besides, a decent dress, acting like a
lady. Maybe I can pull it off. It should be a hoot."
"And what about the six inches, think you can handle that?" He was referring to
my several comments about sore feet, I was sure.
"Actually, it was a bit more than six inches, but that's a little personal
don't you think?" That comment got a loud laugh as we pulled up to Rose's home.
Wordlessly he got out and came around to my door. As I got out he handed me a
card and said "Call me anytime you need a ride. You know I'm okay with a little
fun on the side."
Rose was waiting for me at the door. "Lost the makeup I see."
"It was a mess this morning. You should see the pillow, I got off lucky." I
replied with a chuckle.
"He let you sleep? We figured you'd be going all night." She added with smile
to indicate she was kidding.
"Well, I had a big day." and as I rubbed my near nude butt I added "several big
ones actually, many of which you were responsible for. Even a slut needs her
sleep"
We both were chuckling now. I noticed the house was quite quiet. "Everyone
still asleep, can I assume it was an all nighter here?"
"Damn near. You were quite the catalyst. Now lets get you cleaned up." With
that she help open her hand and I say the key to my cuffs. "I bet you'd love a
shower! But you'd better start telling me all about last night or we could go
to the other room instead."
I told her everything. Every detail about the trip to the airport, the room
service trick, the window puppet show and even the talk about dinner next year.
I even showed her the money.
In return I got a wonderful long, hot shower, a endless cup of very good coffee
and a very attentive and understanding ear. I was even more pleased when Rose
took me back into the game room and there were my bags with a dress pants,
shirt, tie, and a jacket all laid out for me. Everything was neatly pressed for
me. I looked at the shirt and back at Rose.
"You'll have to ask Janice what it's like to do the ironing while your hanging
by your nipple from the ceiling and my daughter is fucking you with a eight inch
dildo. She messed it up the first time, but after a half hour or so she got the
hang of it." Rose chuckled at her own joke.
"I don't have to ask, I know what it's like, remember?"
Rose's chuckle was renewed with the memory. "Yeah, you would know. So lets
call you a cab. Oh, and I expect to be the one to help you dress for that big
date next year. Deal?"
"I can't think of anyone more qualified." I answered as I prepared to leave.
I was asleep on the airplane before they pushed away from the gate. I'd tell
you about the dream I had, but I don't think you could handle it.
The End
